Finally Home She hangs straight down feelers embedded in the comfrey’s pale purple cup sipping on summer nectar as through returning to the cocoon from which she emerged at early fall’s late dawn, wings flat as though still drying, perfect in symmetry and comfort to the eye. There too, her partner in nectar, the hummingbird dips her long tongue into comfrey’s bells, silent clappers, and into the mouth of jewelweed, nature’s own uncultured orchid, orange, … [Read more...]